Fei Chuan remembered every detail.
Unlike the events from the past that remained blurry, last night was crystal clear—the sight of Bei Sangyun beneath him, her moans, the feeling of their bodies intertwined...
He felt a sudden tightness in his lower body.
Fei Chuan froze. Seeing the tent beneath the blanket made his ears burn red.
He turned to his side—Bei Sangyun was already gone.
He hadn't even heard her leave.
Fei Chuan ruffled his hair in frustration. He shouldn't have overslept. He should've made sure she stayed, so they could talk things through this morning.
He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. But after last night's intensity, he'd slept like a log. Because of that, he missed the perfect chance to talk to her.
He still hadn't apologized or tried to make things right.
His gaze landed on his suit lying crumpled on the floor—and he remembered the necklace.
He hadn't asked her about that either.
